@throwswords sent ‘ [ COLLIDE ] for one muse to run into the other’s arms after fleeing from an attacker. ‘ & ‘ [ KNIFE ] for one muse to stab the other. :) ’
to say that the concern had gotten to the young leader would have been an understatement ; it had been --- four days since her warrior was supposed to have returned with news from the southern territories and yet no word from the adopted azgedian. she found herself pacing through the halls trying to find a single reason as to why the woman had yet to return. everything logical seemd rather improbable and all that was then left was that she had met her untimely demise at the hands of some southern clan. this of course had started creating a sense of anger in the heda ; one that she kenw she could not yet act on , not yet at least till there was some sort of proof of the demise of her ... friend. ( friend was a rather strong word but she had little other knowledge of what to call someone she deemed closer than an aquaintence and yet not as important as family ). arms cross as she stares out at the village , polis had always been so grand to her as a child. now , being stuck here unable to help look for her missing warrior , it felt more like a prison.
there’s a bustling she can hear guards running and food stands being thrown as dusk begins to fall over the city , the chase intensifies , she can tell from the sudden increase noise that someone has entered the city that doesn’t belong. she’s waiting , waiting for the sounds of capture and yet it doesnt come , no instead she can hear and feel the intruder get closer and closer with every step. and suddenly , she sees her , jumping over a crate ; their eyes lock , and the small smile that falls on the heda’s face is unmistakable and she feels the woman run straight for her , a hug comes as she wraps her arms around her missing warrior , any sense of concern waving off of her as she holds the woman close. so , so glad that she’s managed to come home in one peice. and then ... pain , her stomach feels like it’s been wrenched open as she pulls away from octavia expecting to see the hilt of a knife pressing into her stomach from octavia’s belt but instead ---
eyes land on a dagger , impaled in her stomach , octavia’s hand twisting it into place. confusion , and disbelief fill her. she doesn’t think that , there’s no way that ... octavia would do such a thing ? lost eyes find the other woman’s , pain. and then she starts to see black , eyes close...
